They knew it. I blew it.

Final mile. A traffic circle, a yield, and a few blocks to go. But wait! There's something that looks like a traffic stop done in the horrible place of the center of the roadway. I pull over to the right lane. Traffic. I see the fire vehicles ahead. Another embassy event. Three point turn- bing. First practical application of that. Pull towards downtown to avoid that traffic. Cars blocking the 3-Way intersection. Bing! My first use of gridlock. Down a tunnel, around that little Longfellow square, and down the street. A fire vehicle passes and pulls back into the fire station. Two blocks, and stopped traffic. There is a crane extended to the top of a 10 story building. I thought it was typical roof work. I forgot that it was Sunday. Another fire incident. Back up 75 feet to open cross street. First practical use of reversing. Edge into an alley, take a right turn, cut diagonally across Pennsylvania Avenue into an alley and I'm almost home.
City driving.

Recovery

That talent show was great. Lots of legitimate talent (a heavyweight wrestler holding up another big kid, who is juggling to "there might be giants". Then there was lots of faux-hip hop imitations, and Abbey Boys Gone Wild (The beans killed you; to the styles of "oriental", "opera", "country", "ghetto", and "Abbey" (nerd). But today was when I started to recover from last night's food poisoning misery mystery. I didn't get any sleep until 2am, got up for school at 6am. And that was after lying in bed since 7pm. Near fell asleep in class 12 hours after 2am. But the sick is all but gone now, and I'm happy, because I can eat solid foods again now!

A Rock and a Hard Place

I woke up this morning feeling somewhat not so bad at 6am. Maybe it was those extra 20 minutes (Which, for once, let me sleep over the 7-hour mark last night). Getting out of bed was not such a headache, and getting out of the shower wasn't such a miserable cod experience (even though I had my water set for the usual temperature) Plus, I wasn't burning so many tissues.

It was a windy day, and, just a few degrees cooler with precipitation, then it would be blizzard-time. Nevertheless, there's a 3-day weekend.

Which leads to my hard place- getting in papers before Tuesday. Religion, Physics, get it all in. I better zoot off!

Caught Something

A twirrling in my noggin, a running nose, stomachache, joint pain, rampant ears, what does this all mean?

The aftereffects of CUMUNC

PTSD in a school setting?

It occurs in soldiers, police people and fire people. But I keep on having these recurring dreams and perceptions of school- 5 days or more per week, four months nearly straight at 6am. It's being nervous of something, something. Report cards don't come out until Jan. 6, but for now, it's relax and do some history.

Little Incident on the Tracks

That was one tough geometry exam.

But, I heard of a person getting hit by a train.
This serves as a reminder to be careful when doing stuff near railroad tracks.
And when driving a train, be careful.

Friday to Bed

The refresh button at last restores a failed load! Typically, the refresh utton is good only for minute-by-minute political tracking, but it worked today.

And here's to the first 5-day week of school, and for that matter, the only one in September. (The next two are an activity day, as well as House Day.)

Reporting from an earlier game- MC/CB 11, JB/AG/YO 22; 2-ball soccer. A scared defense was incapable of fending off high-powered shots. As a matter of fact, I suffered a hot white flash with a ball straight to the cerebrum. It's safer on offense.
PS- I can't be on the winning every time, hint hint.

Thanks, Delli (who featured earlier this year in his own post), for couriering my violin to me between downtown and school! Your greatness is something to be admired.

Sick Days Are for Adults

I woke up at 5am feeling that I was extraordinarily hungry. I ate a little, and settled back into bed. At 6am, I got ready for school with my body half-slumped over, and it feeling extremely cold in the room (72 degrees-I was sick!) I took a few bites into breakfast, and, again, felt sick. It was 6:45, and I was lying in bed with a bucket.

I let it out, and felt alright to go to school (This was 7:15am). So my mother and I scurried to the Metro, and arrived at Fort Totten at 7:45am. Being sick as I was, I had motion sickness that I would have otherwise not have had from the slight movements of the train. Luckily, I was carrying a bag in my pocket. Yes, I felt fine, until running up the hill to make it inside the school building by 8:00am. In a lethargic state, my stomach was in pain, and I just stared at the clock. Again, I let it out after class into another bag. I knew doing it too much would hurt my electrolytes, but I felt normal, and gave a Smartboard presentation. I was even able to participate in football. But I took my normal felling too far. During French, I stared blankly at the vocab list, and, eventually it was lunchtime. I still didn't feel like I could eat. I French Clubbed, watered the plants, and Neuroscienced in a state which I felt that I was legitimately dying. Math class, I was so knocked out, resting my head on the desk while appearing green. I got a 20-minute reprieve in the place called the infirmary, and rushed out to Religion class. I had a little more brain, and was able to scribble legible notes in my notebook. I wondered if I had made the right choice to attend that class. I was truly starving, and that was good, because that was normal. I took a few bites of a granola bar in history class, and walked in a trance to the shuttle. The mental agony had worn off; the stomach was still dealing pain. So I made my way home, and survived the 4-block walk home from the station and took an hour-long nap, and was ready to eat. Of course, I'm overstuffed now, having skipped two meals in a row.

And Delli can drive today!

Ice Storm

Valentines' Day has been tentatively chosen as Post 100 day.
But about the ice storm...
Yesterday as I was coming home, I took a crash-slide on the ice covered brick. That was with my about-40 pound backpack. As a result of the fall, my left arm was paralyzed for about 2 minutes, and later I deduced that my left wrist was strained. As I said yesterday, I had forgotten my keys at home but I got in eventually. However, that was just the start of the ice storm. After I had finished blogging, our DSL internet went down. (Not the phone, not the power.) It didn't restart until this afternoon. Because of the ice, we got an extra hour at home, and shortened classes across the board. On the con side, I could not take a quick candy reload mission because it was too icy. Now on the way home today, not to sound too much like Patrick Wilmore, I did make it onto the second shuttle. I would not have minded the third for today, as we would have been on the same boat. "Mom, I'm on the second shuttle." I did the mission today in 9 minutes.

Much nicer than running to the station! PS I think my wrist will be alright for tommorow.